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Just a little bit better, Sigma was in the war-zone again. B2 Battle droids were advancing on the line of Jedi.

Cant shoot the EMp without hurting Jedi...the Rifle!


Running down the lines with a pistol in one hand, Sigma shot two droids in the back of their necks and then continued down, and grabbed the Rifle. Checkings his HUD for Jetpack time, he counted ten minutes of pack-time and so, he jumpedd and opened fire.

Theta continued dodging bullets.

"Bogeys, 2 o' clock high, evasive maneuvers, everyone hold on back there!" Theta screamed, as he banked in and turned a knife-edge loop, nearly knocking all the remaining cargo behind him astrew.

"Theta 231, HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW THAT?!" One wingman cried out.

Theta pulled a tight curve, as the gunners effectively gave up trying to aim for any fighters.

"Starboard, prepare six o'clock fire on my mark, I'll get teh fighters to follow us into your guns," Theta 251 commanded.

"LIKE HELL! So you're the traitor!" 231 snapped, giving a simple turn. The fighters were breaking off, seeing as how this insane a*****e was going to kill himself at the rate he was going.

Through rock spires the LAAT spun, going more insane by the minutes, as the rest of the LAATs followed above the formations, having to battle the fighters instead.

"Target approaching up ahead, charge all guns, and fire all missles on my mark!" 231 blurted, dodging another spire, before he reached an expanse that was clear. Well, except for the enemy anti-air cover. The transports were in sight, as the rest of the army continued to fight on.

"231, we are forming on your wing a..." Radio static followed, as the LAAT was gunned down, and the rest were taking a hell of a beating.

"That's it, I'm getting the hell out of here! Fire all weapons, concentrate on the fuel cells. 231 FOX 1! 231 FOX 2!"

The guns all fired, lighting up the first transport as the missles deployed in twosomes. The transport began a chain reaction, helped by the walkers on the ground. The LAAT gained altitude, but found it had not quite recovered power since the mass firing, as the ship began to stall, and 231 was forced to fly.

A geonosian starfighter came up out of nowhere, and shot off the right wing.

"We're going down! EVAC!" 251 yelled out, trying to contain himself as he unstrapped. 231 remained in his seat.

"What are you doing! Everyone EVAC!" 251 yelled.

"I'm a pilot, not a sniper, not a jet-trooper, not anything but a mechanical wiz. Go! I'll see what I can do!"

251 cocked his head, but valued his life over 231's, as 231 slowed down using all measures to hopefully keep the ship from careenign too much out of control. He dared not deploy any brakes, as that would only make the craft spin. The Left wing began buckling, and finally snapped.

"This is going to hurt. But I know that the people back at the cloning center have a conspiracy agianst me. Give me a shithead crew, and crappy evac equiptment... i knew it. I knew this bucket of bolt's wasn't safe!"

The LAAT skipped off the ground, as 231 unbuckled his seat, and was thrown out the cockpit trying to reach a control. His head hit the back of the passenger compartment, and was thrown out when the craft rolled.

"Oh sit..." He muttered, as his body hit the ground, skipped a couple of times, and bashed against a rock. He shook his head painfully, and looked up.

"I knew it. Those cloners want me dead. So they made my vehicle destroy itself near a group of battle droids..." 231 said, looking at the equally stunned droids, which had just noticed him.

Delta landed at the front. He got out and saw many running to there deaths.

" Yeah......maybe i might be able to help....."

Delta saw a LAAT with no pilot. Running over he yelled at several Troopers.

" Hey! I NEED GUNNERS!!"

" Your not a ....."

" And....Do you want to sit around here?"

" ........." Looking at each other they could not find reason that it would brake protical. They ran with him and got in.

Looking at the controles he learned fast.

" This....and this....Hrmm....whats this..."

The missles fired and flew off. Luck had they hit a droid ship and it landed into the midst of more droids crushing them.

eek

" ........And we off. "

The LAAT Lifted off and jetted forward. The gunners waited for there chance and Delta waited for a squad leader.

" Any one reading me? This is Delta...."

....Delta leader gots a NICE ring to it.....

" This is Delta leader. I need back up. "

Now that the LAAT and Zeta were gone, Eta was left taskless. He checked his clips and found that he had three more. Plenty enough ta waste these here junkpiles. Eta ran ahead of a group of other troopers being lead by a Jedi as a one-man advance force. He pulled out a pistol and squeezed out shot after shot, the pistol in one hand and his Deece in the other. The targeting system his helmet was fitted with was exceptional, allotting him a one shot one kill ratio...which really was not hard to do considering the huge swarm of droids that had shifted focus to the Jedi and his team and were now streaming their way. Eta grinned. Stick to de Jedi, and I be havin alot more kills under my belt.

((why the hell are you killing your own guys Deep? i doubt command would put you on the Band of Vode for murdering your own squadmates...))

As Eta cut through the battledroids that were advancing towards the Jedi and his clonetroopers, he noticed that they were thinning out considerably faster than he and the squad behind him ould possibly shoot them down. Then he noticed that a few of the droids were turning around to face a threat behind them...a threat in the form of the Eta ARC trooper squad.

Eta Kaith whooped and continued his hunt even more ferociously than before, shattering a droid's head into a shower of electronics. He turned and clicked...empty. He looked down at his clips. Oh Poodu, they all gone. Time flies on de battlefield. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the arm of the droid he had just shot before the droid collapsed on the ground and wrenched the rifle out of its hands. He slammed his spent pistol back into its holster and pulled out a fresh one from the other side of his kama. But before he could fire another shot, an explosion rocked the earth, sending half of the Eta troopers flying into the air, their armor littered with shrapnel.

((umm... DI... we're all clones... The only thing that makes us different is the post-genetic information. Hence, Pilots are only pilots bc they trained to be pilots. If one had a mental disorder, they'd all have one...))